the Car stops Karen in her tracks

Karen heard the car's tires spinning on wet pavement as the vehicle
lurched towards her and cut off her escape. Before she could even
think to start screaming, gloved hands were covering her mouth, and
grabbing at her waist and legs. As she struggled, she caught glimpses
of two faces that she thought she recognized as two late-arriving bar
customers. Before she could think much further, everything went
black.

The bar was incredibly busy, like on a Friday night at the end of the
month, when everyone got paid. Thumping dance music blared, and voices
were shouting drink orders at her from all directions. Hands groped
from out of the darkness and held her as she struggled to get back to
the bar, which didn't seem to be where it belonged. It was a
nightmare that Karen had at least once a week. Realizing she was
dreaming, she fought to wake herself up. It all started fading away.
The shouting crowd, the grabbing hands, the flashing lights, all melted
like frost. The only thing that remained was the thumping beat of the
music. It sounded like the rhythmic drone of car tires driving down a
highway. She vaguely remembered being thrown into the trunk of the
car. Slowly she realized that she was in another nightmare, but
this one was real.

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